Well, I've been tossing & turning since 4.30am, suddenly having developed a fear that we are due to fly out TODAY. However, I am reassuring myself that I have the right day (tomorrow) & all will be well. Have renamed the blog, temporarily, in light of our imminent French sojourn but have also woken up this morning feeling like.... a fat, drunken pig, which is not conducive to a good French holiday. This is NOT the time to decide to watch my diet & stop drinking. Dammit.
Am off to the hairdresser for a 6.30am to get my "do" sorted as those nearest & dearest to me, in their brutal honesty, have declared my current style to make me look "middle-aged" (qu'el horreur!) which is exactly NOT how I want to feel, with my 45th birthday less than a week away. It calls for an Emergency Summit with Mme LaSalla. Adieu!